For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.

“In every parting there is an image of death.”

“Poor fellow! I think he is in love with you.'I am not aware of it. And to me it…”

“When a man is happy enough to win the affections of a sweet girl, who can sooth…”

“But I have a belief of my own, and it comforts me." "What is that?" said Will, …”